Memories from the land I call home
A little note:This post was originally titled 'The Quiet Joy of Giving'. A friend of Appa, who had experienced his generosity himself, suggested Joy’s Joy of Giving as the title. I loved the suggestion, especially because Joy Mathew is Appa’s name, and the title seemed to capture something so essentially him. It felt so fitting... Continue Reading →
Today is my birthday, and I suddenly felt like digging into my birthday memories. Looking back, it made me smile at how my birthdays have quietly followed me around all these years. Sometimes ignored, sometimes awkward, and sometimes surprisingly sweet. As a child, I always dreamed of celebrating my birthday in school. I imagined distributing... Continue Reading →
It was October 26, 1990, a date that remains etched in my family's memory. I was not there when it happened. I was staying at my uncle's house in Coimbatore and going to school from there. Everything I know about that night is through the words of my mother and father, pieced together like a... Continue Reading →
Home between the hills 